A Red-Haired Heaven

I was really enjoying that walk. I was also enjoying analyzing his features, and the way he made hand gestures for many of the words that would leave his mouth. Oh god, his mouth. The way those lips moved so gently while he was talking, sent shivers along my entire body. How can a human being cause such a thing? It really seemed like everything around me was in slow-motion. His marble skin also made a stunning, almost artistic contrast with his hair. And it was beautiful. Beautiful enough to make me trip and fall on the path. Great. Fucking great.

- Are you okay? - He immediately reached his arm to help me get up.
- Yeah, it's fine, don't worry! - I laughed nervously, holding his hand.
- You look fine. Your knee doesn't.

As he said that I felt a stinging sensation on my left knee, and for as much I was used to have injuries, I must admit that one hurt pretty bad.

- Hey, put your arm around me, I'll walk you home.

(Oh shit. Did I really hear that? Was I high? That man couldn't stop surprising me. But I was loving it, to be fair.)

- Do you live far? Just to know if I need to call a cab or something. I think there's no need to go to a hospital. Unless you want to.
- No, we just have to cross the park actually.

And only then I realized something.

- You haven't told me your name yet. I'm Frank Iero. - I said.
- Oh shit, you're right! I'm Gerard. Gerard Way. Nice to meet you. - And we couldn't help ourselves. We both started laughing about the situation for a few seconds. You have to admit, it was weird. But I always prefer the term unexpected.
Oh and he does swear afterall.

A few minutes later we arrived to the entrance of the building.

- So, which floor?
- 5th.
- I hope you don't mind this, I just... I kind of feel guilty about it.

(...What?)

- Why do you feel guilty? I was the one who was distracted. I tend to be that way most of the times.
- Well, but it was me who was distracting you. You kept staring at me. - He grinned.

Shit. Now I was blushing - again - and I felt like I was acting like a freak. Why am I so fucking stupid? Ugh.

We arrived to my floor and he insisted on taking care of my knee. I was happy he did that, though, because I would just probably let it heal by itself without doing anything and that could have been worse. Plus, I was really enjoying having him there.

- First aid kit?
- Top cabinet, next to the fridge. I'm sorry for this mess (I really was sorry. I should start cleaning more, but I wasn't expecting the visit of a cute-ass lovely guy).

He came back from the kitchen and sat on my couch, asking me to stretch my leg on his lap. And then the most predictable thing happened. Fuck my life.

- Um, Frank, as much as your jeans are already ripped, I'm not going to be able to take care of your knee with you having them on. - He said, shyly, with a smile and lowering his face.
Wasn't his face hurting after all that time? I swear he always had at least a small smile on his face. On his adorable little face. Fuck, Frank.

- Oh, you're right... Um...
- Here, I'll help you taking those off.

(Did he just fucking said what I think he said? Now I'm almost sure I'm high. Am I? I hope not.)

He took my jeans off gently, and gasped a bit while looking at every inch of my legs. And I'm pretty sure he looked at my - now, obviously more pronounced - bulge. But I tried to forget that, because if I didn't, I'd just probably get a hard-on.
That knee sure looked pretty bad, though. I don't even remember how did I fell to have a wound like that one, jesus.
Then he started working on it, really carefully, with his big pale hands, while examining the living room, filled with band posters, cd's, comics and of course - clothes all over the fucking place. It wouldn't be my apartment without that fucking detail. That and the dishes that needed to be washed.

- So I've seen you like comics, and by your tshirt you also like one of my favorite bands. When will you stop surprising me, Frank? I mean, you're so cute, and seeing all this, it's just heart-warming, and I can't even explain how. It's like we're soulmates.

(Holy shit.)

- Um... I don't think so, Gerard. - God, I hope I didn't sound too cold saying that.
- Why's that? - He answered, examining the wound and my tattoos.
- I never believed in soulmates. It's just way too complex.
- Well, I think I have a theory that might change your opinion on that matter. - He smiled.
- How so? - I was really curious. Honestly.
- Maybe some people are attracted to others because their atoms were near each other when the universe was created, and over time the same atoms keep coming back together, until they finally meet.

Holy shit, I was really surprised about that. I mean, it sure makes you think.

- Wow, that's actually quite plausible. You're really intelligent!
- Oh, stop that, Frankie! - And it was his turn to blush. Almost matching his hair colour. And I was laughing shyly to him.

(Wait, so first he is an adorable guy who takes care of my injury, the moment that happens I'm with my pants off and now he's giving me the cutest nickname? I was seriously going to be pissed if this guy didn't accepted the invitation I was about to make him.)

- You're all done now! You seem to have a good healing ability, by all those tattoos. Do you have them all over your body?
- Yeah, pretty much.
- Oh. I never was a fan of tattoos, or piercings, for that matter - (Well, fuck. That made me bite my lip ring. And he noticed that because his breathing hitched and he stuttered a bit) - I-I hate needles, a-actually. But everything seems to fit you perfectly. No, it doesn't seem. It truly does fit you perfectly.
- Well... Thank you Gee.
- Gee? - He smiled. And his eyes looked like two twinkling stars.
- Yeah... You called me Frankie a few moments ago, I thought... - (Way to go, Frankie).
- No, it's okay, I love that. It's adorable!

A few seconds of silence were all that took for me to ask him finally what I wanted.

- So... Gee. I have a small gig next week, I was wondering if you have any plans next friday night?
- Wow, so you do have a band?
- Um... You already knew? - I asked, unsure.
- No, but I saw your guitar by the door and just assumed. Sexy lady.
- Oh, right! And indeed, she is. But will you come then? It's the least I can do, since you took so good care of me today!
- Of course I will! - He almost ripped his mouth by smiling. His little teeth were so cute, jesus christ. This guy was going to kill me.
- Awesome! I'll make sure the drinks are on me, too.

We were sort of interrupted by his phone ringing. He was still sitting there, walking his fingertips throughout my leg, which made my skin get goosebumps.

- Yeah, Mikey?
''It's my brother'' - he mouthed to me. But still with that fucking smile on his face.
- She fucking what? - And boom. Suddenly the smile faded.
- Oh my fucking god, Mikey. Seriously, Just tell her to fuck off for good. She's such a slut. And I hate to tell you this, but you know I told you so.

Gerard seemed really annoyed. Which is why I still can't understand how did he manage to have his hand still there with such a gentle touch.

- Yeah, sure, I'll be right there. See ya.

- Did something happen, Gee?
- Don't worry, it was just Mikey's girlfriend. She cheated on him for like, the third time. She was never good to him, and he went through hell with her. It's his fault though, he already knew what I though about her before. He's just too good. I'm going to meet him at our place, he's super frustrated.
- Oh, it's fine! I'm okay now. More thank okay, actually. And he's your brother, I'm just some stranger you met.
- You ain't that much of a stranger now, are you, Frankie? - He said, grabbing my hand shyly. He was red all over his face. And no, it wasn't the red hair reflecting on his skin.
Now I was sure that we were both playing on the same team. At least I was more sure than before.

We both got up from the couch, and I walked with him to the door.

- Here, have my number and give me a call now, so I can keep yours too. And after that, call me tomorrow or whenever you want. I just want to... make sure your knee is okay. - He said, giving me a little paper, obviously wrapped before.
- I'll make sure I give you that pleasure, Gee.

(What the fuck was that? Why did I tell him that? Was my brain turning against myself? Shit.)

- I'll be looking forward, Frankie. - He smirked, cupping my cheek and closing the door.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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